przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/Bute_lead_showersBute_.txt

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Bute lead showers
Bute lead showers,
We are predicting trouble.
We are on the shoulders heaved
And war, and misery.
Rumbles Civil War
From dawn to dusk.
Many trails in the field,
Only one truth.
Rumbles Civil War
From dawn to dusk.
Many trails in the field,
Only one truth. 1966